Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
X-102,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.